Photography Poetry Venezia

Sunsets belong to Paris. All memories in the morning sighs. All beauties in the yellow nightlights. All beasts too within immense...

On ne m'avait pas prévenu Qu’il y a toujours une porte Et des papiers froissés Qu’on a beau courir Quand tout ressurgis Que le temps nous...

Strangeness covered me Letting days passing by Among blinking radars Along comes the wind Times of grace Fortunes of fate Seemed to have...

Tu es entré par effraction Dans ma tête, avec ses lambeaux de rêves Comme un glaçon brûlant Le silence est devenu vivant Parfois, je me...

Suns, flowers, winters The passing of time escapes us While rhythm resonates In fields we fill of hydras Dreamt for our sweet abandons...

Underthe moonlight I jumped into a plain blue sea Cloudless sky and a certain silence Fingers slipping through the waves Stars to stars...

Art d’aimer et aimer l’art De la poésie simple, sans écart Détour de la vie par l’écrit Lexique vertical de l’oubli Syllabes grimpant...

Sucking the juice of the river In the heat of summer days Stuck out of wind While the bees wake up. In the singing morning Naked while...

Flakes of snow in slow motion Like sugar on the cake in my plate Waltzing in the air in symetrie A tune of flute dilutes the pallor Of...

Dévorant, l’attente qui a peur Puis la mémoire qui explose Sans que le chant en meure Mais met la mort dans les mots L’absence pourtant...

To the driveling and ravenous wolf A lamb is waiting and bleating Blind to see the space through the fog And it’s into the shame And it’s...

Rivers flow and spit their venim Waves of snakes sucking flesh Diving in vain for old mysteries While syllabs pile on & on As a prophetic...

Un verre à moitié vide Les volets-persiennes grands ouverts Le disque trottant tout en rond La crème des choux sur les couverts Le drap...

Je me surprends au cou des réminiscences Dans ma thébaïde aux parfums fleuris Bordée de cyprès taillés en rideaux d’élégance Val dansant...

Suns, flowers, winters The passing of time escapes us While rhythm resonates In fields we fill of hydras Dreamt for our sweet abandons...

I wish I could sing for you my dear But the cold has left me throatless I can already feel the bitterness Of the autumn sudden breeze...

Poetry writing

I felt rain streaming from me On an early morning when lights of heaven started fading Soft, rays of sun over the bedsheets and the white...

The mist cleared on the plane valley At the window, I staggered and stared A long time, at least enough – at nothing You took a train in...